This post has nothing to do with Middle Tennessee’s weather…but when you’ve got pictures of a St. Bernard puppy on your hand you’ve got to use them, right? Many thanks to Davis and Lisa for covering my shifts while I headed back to Pennsylvania for Thanksgiving. I got to spend some time with my relatives from Louisiana who moved up north after Katrina battered their hometown. It was my Uncle Bernard from St. Bernard parish who adopted a St. Bernard puppy, and here’s a look at her. Twenty pounds at just eight weeks old!
